Lyrics:
back, tracing my memories
I guess I thought that somehow it would better me
That's when I realized, I never liked being touched
By my friends or by guys
pure
Tyson Fury, finna spin a man's jaw
She can't stay, I gotta show her the door
God is Good, that's why I pray to the lord
South London, brodie whips
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
to by records at this audio store
I barely had a dime when I walked out the door
I tried to get a ??? but they could never cut me
But now I gotten money
and then I move on to the next guy (who's next)
We don't rest no stress when we set flight
No pj's but I pj when I jet by
MX2 get high make the set fly
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
froze up
Shit, bro's just chinging this guy, I think he's gone and lost his composure
Outside's way too hot, man'll get splashed by the super soaker
next branch.
found it. got it. windo high.
great view. settelin' in. keepin' it quiet.
hidden. heart pounding through chest.
waiting. lookin' around.
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
done did so much I can't decide
Word, word to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give 'em five
I, I, I, yeah
It's
One time I was in the checkout line
Behind Steven Seagal
Once I'm pretty sure Mr. Jonah Hill
Was in the very next bathroom stall
My best friend's
[Shoota Ringz]
I'll give you the world, nothing more to say
I'm good at breaking doors down, nothing in my way
You want it? then it's yours now, I've
through them doors,
I'm leavin, girl I'm leavin,
I never felt so much pain before
Now my heart is sore,
Girl I'm breathin, oh I'm breathin,
Now the guy that
Talking to the...
Talking to the GOATS
Talking to the...
It's For The Dead Homies
Ay
Woah
It's for the dead homies
Ay
Talking to the GOAT's
Ay
uK speaker
Trinidad bloodline
St Paul's soldier
Northumberland park, next door neighbour
Eskimo raver, L-stone visitor
Meridian resident
See me in
the percs I just hope she don't OD
Her friend next her now that bitch tryna blow me
Tryna get out the club but I can't past the police
They blocking the door
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
to the back
Man, them guys scared to step up
Uh, reporting live from the Mecca, no one fresher
Cold veins, he don't feel pressure
Competition getting swept up
I'm off of two jiggas I'm fumbling by
My mother she bugging and wondering why
I did so much shit she survived
Now I'm on some tough shit with the guys
(yeah)
They got- gassed up, 'bout assassin
'Til he heard our ting slapping (brr)
No one in- can level my badness
You can't be talking 'bout my block
Now, if I call her on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her on my door
In the evening
go
My insecurities are calling me
Kill the beat casually
In this casual tee, stacking casualties
Album 2 talking to the demon next to me
That's true
that he's always easily
Distracted by you
I been the only
One that you wanna hope for
Your the only
Guy I want and no more ~
Hard to let go
Always ~ all
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